After the storm, Konan drifted thirty thousand feet in the air. The tremors rising from the depths of her soul immersed her in the lingering afterglow, leaving her with no mind for herself as Nagato handled the aftermath for her...
Konan had long since grown accustomed to such special care.
She remembered that, at first, she had been somewhat unable to bear looking at herself like that.
She had always felt that she was becoming increasingly improper before Nagato, worrying that he would come to dislike her.
After all, she had always been the Angel Lady in the eyes of Amegakure's people, and before Nagato, she had always maintained the image of a dignified young lady.
Yet beneath the collision and exchange of their souls, her true self had nowhere to hide. No matter how unbearable Konan believed she looked, Nagato had always treated her with the same devotion.
Over time, Konan completely let herself go and even became fond of showing Nagato sides of herself that no one else knew.
She had always granted Nagato whatever he asked for. Even when his requests seemed excessive to outsiders, she would gladly accept them with the devoted spirit of a Yamato Nadeshiko...
Whenever she saw Nagato's childlike enthusiasm for exploration and discovery, his seemingly tireless interest in her, she felt deeply satisfied and strangely excited. She would lose herself in it as well, engaging in a little role-playing.
Take this time, for instance. They said they were afraid Nannan might hear them, but Nannan was out training for missions and waiting to prove herself in the Chunin Ninja Exams. She had no time to call them at all!
Nannan had no idea that she had become part of her parents' play...
After Konan came back to herself, she lay on her